1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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